I am lost and on my my back with a view of the art 30 stories up
I am lost after sleeping for days
700 days and two less ways to breathe
and only familiar to the roads in dreams
and the burning torn paws made friendly along the way
and I waved a goodbye to a landscape obscured by tears but forgotten anyway
In this new beginning I'm an ally to all the neighborhood sounds that made me scream
I am undeserving of a new road and feeling like a sordid learner
of a book bound to the floor and written across the town
from the shade where I slept and peeled my knowledge from a glowing globe